The Three Ravens
THERE were three ravens sat on a tree,
They were as black as they might be.
The one of them said to his make,
‘Where shall we our breakfast take?’
379. make] mate.
‘DOWN in yonder greene field
There lies a knight slain under his shield;
‘His hounds they lie down at his feet,
So well they can their master keep;
‘His hawks they flie so eagerly,
There ’s no fowl dare come him nigh.’
Down there comes a fallow doe
As great with young as she might goe.
She lift up his bloudy head
And kist his wounds that were so red.